 | Washington Irving - 1851 - 488 pages
...where her young hero sleeps, And lovera around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking— Ah ! little they think, who delight... | |
 | Charles Phillips - Ireland - 1851 - 476 pages
...her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — ' Ah ! little think they who delight iu her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had lived for his love, for his country he died — They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon... | |
 | Thomas Moore - Ballads, English - 1852 - 212 pages
...where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She...dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking ; — He had liv'd for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwin'd him... | |
 | Biography - 1852 - 318 pages
...where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Kvery note which he loved awaking ; Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart... | |
 | Edward Maturin - Ireland - 1852 - 420 pages
...sweetness, but melancholy to such a degree as to recall to the hearer that passage of the Irish bard, "Ah ! little they think who delight in her strains How the heart of the minstrel is breaking !" It seemed to speak a sorrow too deep even for the mystic hand of music to touch ; and yet whose... | |
 | Anecdotes - 1852 - 460 pages
...where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her sighing, But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying ! " She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah ! little they think who delight... | |
 | Arts - 1853 - 390 pages
...where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which ho loved awaking — Ah ! little they think who delight... | |
 | John W. Burke - Ireland - 1853 - 324 pages
...are ro\nd her sighing ; But coldly tl.e turns from their gaze aud weeps, For her heart iu his grate is lying. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking; Ah ! little they think who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is... | |
 | Washington Irving - Gift books - 1853 - 304 pages
...where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighmg; But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild eongs of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking— Ah ! little they think, who delight... | |
 | Emma Dorothy E. Nevitte Southworth - 1853 - 452 pages
...lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plairrs, Every note which he loved awaking : Ah ! how little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the mins'.rel is breaking. Her voice faltered — -she paused. " Come ! no miserable, maudlin, mawkish... | |
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She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking! 
